On the Juke: Volcano Choir

An old love revisited. Repave by Volcano Choir has been playing on repeat. I really enjoy Justin's dedication, in whatever projects he tackles, to poetic lyrics that connect and lead to reflection... plus production that kills. Specifically today, the song "Comrade" has been moving me.

"Comrade"

by Volcano Choir

Like I didn’t know it

Choking on the pulp of it

Semper Fi

You kept me on your long line

Tugging in the whole time

Keep shining on

And that silent head grip

I can’t do it no more

The honey bin

The bunny's in

Is telling you there's a countdown

Oh, damn your eyes

To add that one a long time

Standing in a straight line

Said it'd be a tall climb

Said that we could go back

Said that we could go find

Terra-forming!

Said that we were coke blind

Drinking in dramnesic

Tore out the comrade

That's a comrade, making a comrade offer

That Ticonderoga shit

Made my mind and my heart all split up over

The floor to the jackpot

There's a floor to the jackpot

Where'd you rise?

You don't even lie to me no more

They say you ain't a comrade

Still, I'd know you'd come back

For a folly-ridden Romeo, you break down the fortress now

Standing out in public

Stained with your conscience

I know that you love me

You are just lawless, son

Give it another fortnight

Eye to eye the culprit

Just rid the fucking pulpit

I ain't giving you another full ride

Underneath the combine

Said it didn't bump you right

Habitual falling right?

Poetry Hour: Entry 18 - Obnoxious

This is a stream of conscious poem with a little editing. This is my mind processing the feeling of being perceived as "obnoxious" even though no one has ever told me that before that I can remember. I realize I cook up these negative definitions of myself by myself, drawing conclusions that may be entirely false. All this is also mixed in with a lot of other feelings as well, which makes sense since this writing really is stream of conscious; my brain is, in a way, regurgitating a lot that is welling up within me. This is my mind aflutter in that realm of reflection. 

obnoxious

slow down.
too loud
too loose
high mood
high noon
and i'm liquified
and i'd just die
on the tile floor
pushing a little more
for your yes
for your mess
for this glass
for a laugh
or a few
it's not new
it's my mood
it's the moon
as it shifts
and i switch
back and forth
wanting more
but needing less
as not to stress
myself out
or to shout
far too loud
in this crowd
so you'll hear
that it's clear
i'm here for you.
but us two?
slow down.
i'm everywhere
as each hair
stands on end
as i bend
backwards towards
sliding doors
marking this
a foreign bliss
or maybe that
a syndrome flat
hiding forever
being clever
but never knowing
what we're not showing
so i'm loud
with a shroud
too loose
high mood
high noon
and i'm petrified
that i'd die
'neath these eyes
and darker skies
of your rejection
and the inflection
of your taste bitter
that you'd fit her
better
while i'm still fettered
to you.
slow down.
quiet now
see how
the silence fixes
and transfixes
them to me
how i see
and i'm intriguing
and now they're bleeding
for more words
have they heard
i'm a mystery
i'm very interesting
i'm a bottle neck shut
i'm a bursting virgin slut
seeing everything but
you.
slow down.
can i listen
to this transmission
calling me to forget
and never let
anyone break me
fallen fake pleas
of social indulgence
of self-control quenched
fears of man
fears of hands
reaching for a rung
already strung
with falsification
and dirty damnation
that leads to sadness
and a sort of madness
akin to the sin
we all fall in
and must renew
and must pull through
so i'm trying my best
so i'm beating my chest
at the screaming of death
and the final breath
of truth.
slow down.


may 14, 2017

Poetry Hour: Entry 17 - De La Lune

de la lune

death at the lips of the ocean

and the tides responding to the call of the moon

receding

receding

receding

there was nothing i could do

may 8, 2017